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JPEGMAFIA

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    JPEGMAFIA
    I've been waiting for you
    Patiently
    All of my life
    I've been waiting for you
    How long was the wait for you
    To tell me the truth?
    Everybody knows that you're mine
    For life
    You're mine
    Everyday
    We gon' get through it

    Man, these niggas so sweet (so sweet)
    Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
    He ain't gon' pop his heat (pop)
    He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet
    Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably
    Now, what's your beef?
    Baby, get rocked to sleep

    One in the sock, tucked in the crotch
    Two in the Jeep, three under the seat
    7.62, get to turnin' all beef to birria meat
    I got your bitch some new Prada, no Hyundai Sonatas, she flyin' charter for the week
    I got some niggas that clip your propellers
    You thinkin' you gonna be flyin' around me
    Never changed from the minute that I came in the game
    Niggas tank they career and then shiftin' the blame
    Goin' out like Ja, they don't want no more pain
    Niggas broke your jaw, you ain't talkin' the same
    But I stay on call like twenty-four hours a day
    We don't got nothin' to prove, I be fuckin' with you
    While I'm fuckin' your boos every day
    Bitch, I be clutchin' Ruger, the Kimber Medusa
    The look is outlastin' the pain
    You get blinded all these stones in my face
    Even though I'm behind her, I'm winning the race
    We melted your house, turned it to a face
    We savin' your bitch, we don't even need a cape
    I'm up at the Ritz, she takin' her place, you throwin' a fit
    I thought I said that I don't need a cape
    Smokin' on something, it feel like laced
    Shorty want Denny's, she don't got no taste
    Shorty want me, but she don't know her place
    She wanna trap me, but I'm in the states
    I give her dick, I do not give her dates
    I can't be playin' position, my niggas be itchin', I'm running a cult
    I can't be doin' these missions, your bitch in the field, and she gave it her all

    Man, these niggas so sweet (so sweet)
    Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
    He ain't gon' pop his heat (pop)
    He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet
    Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably
    Now, what's your beef?
    Baby, get rocked to sleep


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